Me! ... A Tree?
by James I. Harris
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
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So let's gaze upon a willow tree
in wonderment of its feelings.
Stature and grace it generates
from seed to full bloom presence.
Weather weathers continually
by contorting its stately mass.
Rippling motions set to music,
perchance, dancing to its dance.
Yet, it weeps in wind or sunlight
though its presence appears in tact.
Large, mature and alone it stands
as it suffers its sad solemn act.
I too am rooted, still and grounded,
also weathered and of such a way.
For as I move in changing weather,
whether ill or well, ..... I do sway.
My attraction to a willow tree
is within philosophic thought.
For in complex spasm
I bough thinking .....
"Am I that sort ... A Willow Tree"?
If I'm a shade tree covering friends
with compassion when they hurt.
All I need is loving fertilizer, water and
some of God's good old fashion dirt.
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|Reviewed by Connie Faust
|A fascinating perspective.
Please choose the fertilizer carefully. ; )
|Reviewed by James Harris
|I certainly appreciate everyone's review. Thank you!
|Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson
|I enjoyed this write, for in my neck of the woods...I have been nicknamed Forest Green...love trees.
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|This is wonderful, beautifully written, just loved this one so very much,
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Reminds me of my, From Little Acorns Grow. Love the image, though a bit large.